Chapter 26 Jack
Chapter twenty-six
Jack
I had dreamed of this moment for months. It was almost surreal how it was happening now.
After everything, this was the breaking point. This was the moment that Julian stopped fighting what we had and pushed past whatever it was that had stopped him before.
His sense of duty? The notion that he was taking advantage of me?
Whatever the reason, it had kept us apart for far too long, and I wasn’t about to let it get in the way now.
Julian cupped my ass as we stood, my legs immediately going around his waist. Our mouths fused together like we couldn’t breathe without the other.
He made the two steps to the bed before I was falling. He used his hand on my lower back to slow my descent, his arm braced by my head as he pressed between my thighs.
Eventually, we had to breathe and release each other’s mouths. Julian wasted no time moving down my neck and pressing kisses to my collarbone. His fingers curled beneath my t-shirt, lifting it until it was just under my breasts before he paused and sniffed.
I stiffened. “It’s Kyren’s,” I supplied so he didn’t have to ask.
Grunting, Julian pulled the shirt off me in one go and threw it across the room. My nipples hardened as the cool room air brushed across them. Then his mouth was back on me, engulfing one nipple while his hand cupped and kneaded the other, plucking at the tip until I was gasping.
When he was satisfied he’d given the one enough attention, he moved onto the other one, giving my nipples equal love. Cupping my breasts in both hands, his eyes lifted to mine.
Laying there in just my panties, I felt more exposed to him now than I had a year ago, when we’d been buck ass naked in the warehouse, whiling the hours away until it was dawn and we could get away from the very creatures we were hunting.
“I didn’t have time to appreciate these before,” Julian began, his voice rough, his pajama pants lower on his hips. “I won’t make the same mistake this time.”
“We were in a bit of a hurry that first time,” I reminded him with a shy smile.
“Not this time.”
My gaze heated at the intensity of his stare. “No, not this time.”
My eyes dropped to the front of his pants where he was already hard and ready for me. The sudden urge to have him naked and beneath me had me looping my legs around his and using my body weight flip us over, so I was on top.
Julian arched a brow. “You know I let you do that.”
“Sure you did.” I sat on top of him, my pussy pressed against his hard length. I tentatively moved my hips back and forth, grinding down on him so that both of us let out a long groan.
Julian’s hands went to my hips, guiding me along his shaft. After a few moments, he stopped me with a smirk.
“I didn’t wait all this time to come in my pants, Jack. When I come, it’ll be inside you.”
“Want to bet?” Grinning wickedly down at him, I shimmed down his body until I straddled his legs.
He watched me with growing amusement as I lowered the top of his pajama pants, reaching in to pull out his long hard cock.
I gave him a slow stroke of my hand, remembering what he felt like before swiping my tongue over the tip of him. I’d only done this once with Julian and then a handful of times with Tate and Kyren, both of whom were thicker than him, while he was longer, much longer.
My eyes on his, I took him into my mouth, drawing my lips downward until he brushed the back of my throat.
I breathed through my nose, trying to relax, wanting to take more of him.
I still had a hand and a half’s worth I couldn’t take in and realized if I tried, I’d end up throwing up on him. That wasn’t sexy for anyone.
Instead, I focused on what I could fit in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as my hand moved with me. I licked and sucked on the tip, cupping his balls until his hands fisted the sheets beside him.
“Jack,” Julian groaned, his hand going to my hair, but he didn’t try to force more of him into my mouth.
Instead, he brushed my hair back from my face.
His lip was pinned between his teeth as he watched me swallow around him.
“You look so beautiful like this. But you’re not going to make me come before I want to. ”
My eyes narrowed, taking his words as a challenge.
A moment later, he pulled me off his length and pinned beneath him on the bed, his face hovering over mine.
“Why do you always have to be such a stubborn brat?”
I smirked up at him. “Why do you have to be such a stick in the mud?”
Julian arched a brow at me. “Oh, I’m going to be a stick in something for sure.”
His hands dragged the sides of my panties down, and his length rubbed against my clit, making my legs fall open further for him on their own.
He slapped the tip of him against my clit over and over again before running circles around it.
His eyes stayed on me while I squirmed and grabbed at his biceps.
“Are you going to come for me, brat?”
I swallowed, shaking my head as I stared up at him in defiance.
Julian let out a chuckle, his blond hair falling around his face, finally lose from the man bun he usually kept it in during class. “Out of the two of us, I think I have far more self-control than you do. Don’t you think?”
I released his arm and reached for his cock with one hand, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making me come first. Except he was ready for me, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head.
“Now, now, don’t be so impatient.”
Growling, I tried to grab him with my other hand, but he got a hold of that one too, pinning them together at the wrists with his.
“You’re no fun,” I huffed as I bucked my hips.
Smirking at me, Julian used his other hand to guide his tip to my entrance, circling it but not going inside yet. “I can be very fun when good little hunters can follow directions and be patient.”
He pushed the tip inside, and I gasped. I waited for him to move, to give me more, but he did nothing. Just sat there.
I frowned at him. “I know it’s been a while, but you do know it’s supposed to go all the way in, right?”
Julian arched a brow at me. “Don’t rush me, or this is all you’re going to get.” He pulsated his hips, pushing his tip in and out of my entrance, making me burn for more and then frustrated when I didn’t get it.
“Julian, please.”
He didn’t respond, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his hips. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me. I’ve thought of nothing else all year.”
“And…” I grunted as my insides fluttered around him, squeezing as if it too wanted to draw him in further. “Whose fault… was that?”
My head tossed from side to side, unable to stand his torture much longer. “Please, I can’t… I need… fuck me.”
Julian peered down at me, taking in my disheveled state before cupping my hips and sliding almost all the way out. I cried out at the loss of him and then shouted a moan as he sheathed himself completely inside of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my eye squeezing shut at the intensity of his thrusts. He had warmed me up so that each time he hit my cervix, it made me see star, a burst of pleasure spanning through me rather than what should have been discomfort.
“That it,” Julian murmured, his free hand moving to my breast. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
I let out a strangled moan, unable to give him a coherent answer. I hated to admit it, but he was right. My release was right there just over the next edge and I could feel it coming for me.
Then without warning, Julian pulled out.
I cried out in protest, but he simply turned me over, putting me on my hands and knees before thrusting back inside of me, hitting me even deeper than before. I couldn’t catch my breath, my body being wound tighter and tighter with each thrust.
A slew of curses ripped from me, unable to come but knowing it was just there and he was keeping it from me.
“Julian,” I growled, shoving my hips back to meet him. “Let me come.”
“Oh?” he chuckled through a grunt. “Now you want to come? So you admit, I win?”
I slammed my hand down on the bed in frustration, glaring at him over my shoulder.
“Yes, fine… ugh… you win. Please.” I practically whimpered at the need tightening in my lower abdomen just a few strokes away from being set off.
“Hmm, that’s what I like to hear,” Julian groaned as he slowed his movements so much, I feared he was going to stop. But then he slipped his hand between my legs and found my clit, pinching it between his fingers.
“Oh, God,” I screeched, scratching at the covers as my orgasm ripped through me. Stars burst behind my eyes, my body quaked seconds from collapsing on itself.
And Julian never once let up, dragging my release out until I was an oozing, drooling mess on the bed.
He stiffened, pumping slowly in and out of me. Hot liquid filled my insides, some of it spilling out to drip down the inside of my thighs as he got exactly what he wanted.
To come inside of me.
A quiet part of me was thankful for getting on birth control last month when Tate and I had started seeing each other, but it was barely there. My mind and body were a mush of nothingness.
I groaned, unable to move from the position he had me in.
Julian chuckled, pressing his lips to the base of my spine before turning me so that I laid on my back. He moved off the bed briefly before coming back, a warm cloth sliding through my folds.
I sighed and let my eyes flutter closed.
“You should sleep,” Julian commented, lying beside me, his arms pulling me into his embrace. “Because I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
I let out a distressed groan, not sure how much more my body could take before burying my face in his chest and just breathing him in.
It had taken a year to get back here. A year to get past all the hunter bullshit, and I wasn’t about to let it go to waste.